A little bit about dirt

Dirt is heavy.
After I built the first raised bed and the stone garden, I went to a nursery to ask about dirt. I gave the dimensions and was told that I could spend $150 on bags or I could get a yard delivered for $70. (The bags totaled about half a yard). I didn't need that much, so I said no. I had to figure out what to do with the extra dirt. I built the second raised bed.
Today we had a yard of dirt delivered. It looked really small at first, but then I started moving it and the pile didn't really get any smaller. But the wheel barrow just kept getting heavier and heavier.
I kept knocking over parts of my beautiful stone wall, dumping the dirt. But it's better now.
I planted a few seeds. I transplanted a couple of seedlings. I like seedlings. They make me feel as if something is actually growing, although I really had nothing to do with it.
The best part of the yard right now is the lilacs are just about in bloom. I definitely had nothing to do with them. They bloom despite me and my black thumb--I call it benign neglect. Once everything is in that I want to be in, that's how I keep it going--or kill it.